“Thomas! Thomas!”
Thomas heard Nona from a distance, but he tumbled and twisted in the darkness, unable to respond, speeding towards an unknown destination.
Suddenly sensations returned. He gasped a great shuddering breath as his eyes flew open. A wrenching sense of loss washed over him, tearing a groan from his lips.
He lay on the floor. Nona knelt beside him, concern in her eyes. He tried to sit up, but everything swayed around him and he slumped back down.
His thoughts swooped and whirled in his mind, moving so fast he couldn’t catch them. Something was wrong. He closed his eyes again, fighting the nausea that gripped him.
“Help me, my lord,” Nona said with urgency.
Strong arms grasped Thomas under the arms, pulling him to a sitting position. “Are ye well? Did it work?”
Nectan.
